This would've been so much better if Carrick hadn't been touching him, but Samandriel would deal. Grace in a bottle. His Grace. He was so close, so very close that he could quite literally touch and feel it.
"Yes, my lord," he murmured, knowing it didn't count as a lie if he was only really answering the first question. If Carrick assumed it covered the second statement as well, then this might be easier for at least one of them. The boy was clever, but that didn't mean he was so overconfident as to step outside his bounds completely or to shoot himself in the foot when his Grace, his very essence was on the line.